Author's Notes: Kioko: Well, I'm happy to say that Trunks-kun isn't mad at
me any more!!
Mirai Trunks: I'm still mad at you, but you're not on my hit list any more. Chibi Trunks and Goten took your spot.
Kioko: I knew those chibi's were good for something...
Goten and Chibi Trunks: WE'RE NOT CHIBIS!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z. If I did, you would probably be seeing this fan fic on television.
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Chapter 1: Home Ec.
When the troop of Orange Star High students entered the Home Ec. room, they found their substitute writing busily away on the board. They quietly took their seats, not to disturb her. Gohan and friends took a place in the back of the room. As usual.
"Hey!! Look at this!!" Erasa whispered, pointing to a piece of paper on the table. "It says who our subs are!!"
"Oh goody..." Videl sighed, picking up the paper and reading it. "...Oh no..."
"What's the problem, Videl?" Sharpner asked, taking the paper from her. He read it for a minute before exclaiming, "This is awesome!!"
Now, it was Gohan's turn to read the list. He took it from Sharpener and at the first name he read, his face drained of all color and his body went numb. This wasn't happening. There was NO WAY that Mr. Principle was stupid enough to have THEM be substitutes.
"Looks like Gohan has some relatives that'll be teaching us today!!" Erasa squealed. "They are related to you, right?"
"...Yes..." he sighed. His bright, beautiful day had just turned into a dark, stormy nightmare, for the substitute teacher list read...
Algebra: Number 18
Detention Management: Vegeta Ouji
English/Language Arts: Mr. Shuu(AN: Dun, dun, dun!!)
Home Economics: Son Chi-Chi
History: Kuririn
Lunch Duty: Tenshinhan and Lunch.
Music/Band: Yamcha
Science: Bulma Briefs
Study Hall Management: Piccolo Damiou
Physical Education: Son Goku, Vegeta Ouji, and Mr. Satan
The P.E. line-up was not good. Not good at all. Gohan wouldn't be the least surprised if Mr. Satan ended up being burnt to a crisp and the whole school demolished. This was going to be the longest day of his life.
"All right, class!!" their substitute barked and everyone quieted down. Gohan peeked at his mother over a cookbook. She was wearing a blue business suit and a spatula was in hand.
'Thank Dende she didn't bring the frying pan...' the demi saiya-jin thought, sighing in relief.
"I am your substitute for today, Son Chi-Chi!! But you may refer to me as Mrs. Son." Chi-Chi explained. She then pointed to a corner where Gohan noticed, for the first time, a little boy sat. "This is my son, Son Goten. He will be joining us today since I couldn't hire a babysitter on such short notice and both his father and brother were gone. Now, we will begin our lesson."
Gohan gulped and began to lower his ki. With Goten here, there was bound to be chaos fifteen minutes into class.
"We will be cooking something easy today, such as egg rolls or pizza. But before we begin on that, I want to know how many of you girls want to be married when you get out of collage." Chi-Chi went on and a show of hands went up. She smiled at this and continued, "Good!! There's hope this generation yet!! Anyways, cooking is a key skill in marriage, especially if you have a husband who eats by the truckload. If your cooking is bad, they'll probably spend less time around the house and end up being with another woman. But that's not the case all the time. You could order take out or go out to eat a lot too I suppose, but that's not what this class is for!!" She pounded her spatula against the table. "Now let's start with easy cooking utensils. You all see my spatula correct? This may look like a simple cooking tool to you, but to me it's a household reinforcement. When you hit someone with this, it teaches them never to annoy you again, while giving them a slight stinging sensation."
Gohan glanced at Sharpener who gave a horrified look. The blonde pointed to Erasa and Videl. Both girls were hanging on Chi-Chi's every word and taking notes every few seconds. Gohan looked around the room and noticed the same trend in all the girls. His mother was dooming the next male generation.
"...And this," Chi-Chi exclaimed as she pulled IT out. "Is the best household reinforcement of them all."
Videl raised her hand and asked, "Um...Mrs. Son? Isn't that a little too much? I mean, you could put someone in a coma with that thing if you swung hard enough."
"Oh, I never thought of that," Chi-Chi replied truthfully. "Maybe you girls should just stick with spatula's then."
"Do you actually ever USE that thing?" a brunette asked from upfront.
"Of course!!" Chi-Chi took out another IT, but this one had a very large dent in it. "See? This is from my husband's hard head. This one," She pointed to her first pan. "Is what I use when Gohan and Goten act up, which is usually once or twice a day."
"You hit your CHILDREN with it?!" a bald boy asked.
"It doesn't hurt them. It just leaves them sore for a few minutes, that's all." Chi-Chi explained, as she causally walked over to one of them tables and then beamed a crouching Son Goten with the frying pan. "Don't you even TRY and snitch anything, Son Goten!!"
"Owie!!" Goten cried, rubbing the sore spot on his head.
"See? No harm done." Chi-Chi replied and the students 'oohed' and 'awed'. "Now, let's get onto to baking that pizza, shall we?"
Twenty-five minutes later...
Gohan sighed and plopped down onto his chair and Videl followed his suit. They had been partners and despite his genes, Son Gohan soon learned that he wasn't a very good cook. Videl had gotten tried of his mistakes and shoved him out of the way, all while muttering about 'women power'.
Their pizza was now in the oven and they were covered in flour.
"I told you to not to dump the whole bag in!!" Videl growled, as she wiped her face off.
"It slipped!!" Gohan replied.
"Sure it did..." she sighed, glaring at him.
As Chi-Chi was making her rounds, Goten in tow, she stopped at their cooking unit and looked around.
"My, we created a mess, didn't we?" she tsked, looking at the flour covered counters and floor.
"It was his fault." Videl muttered. "He's the one who decided the pizza needed a bag of flour in the pizza."
"I told you, Videl, it was an accident!!" Gohan argued.
Recognizing his brother's voice, Goten decided to enter the fray as well, "Mom says that me and Gohan could start cereal on fire if we tried hard enough."
"That's why I never let you two in the kitchen," she replied. She glanced at Videl and grinned in excitement. "So Videl's your name?" She glanced evilly at her son. "Is she your girlfriend, Gohan?! Am I expecting grandchildren any time soon?!"
"Videl's gonna be my new sister?!" Goten added, excitedly.
"MOM!! GOTEN!!!" Gohan yelled. Why did his mother have to bring up the subject of girlfriends and grandchildren NOW?!
"MRS. SON IS YOUR MOM?!" the whole class asked in one booming voice.
"...Yes..." Gohan said weakly.
Before anyone else could ask some more questions about Gohan and his family, the bell rang. Gohan picked up his bag and tore out of the classroom yelling, "Bye Mom!! Bye Goten!! See you at lunch!!"
Chi-Chi clucked at the sight of her older son and then barked at the class, "Leave your pizza's alone!! I'll watch them for you!! You may precede to your next class!!"
"Um...Mrs. Son? What are you going to do with ten pizzas?" Erasa asked, as some of the students filed out of the room.
"Feed them to Goten." she replied simply and the young boy cheered.
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Gohan sighed and looked at his schedule. His next class was History...with Kuririn as the teacher!! He knew that the once-bald monk was going to tease him to no end in this class.
As the demi saiya-jin reached his locker, he decided that he was going to visit a certain green god after school today and 'thank' him for giving the Z senshi the wonderful idea to apply for substitute teachers at his school.
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On Kami's Lookout, Dende sweatdropped nervously. It was true that he had put the Z senshi profiles in the substitutes folder and caused the teacher strike, but that was no excuse for Gohan to go around and threaten god!!
"It's not like they're gonna figure out who actually beat Cell, Gohan- kun..." he muttered. He smirked evilly, grabbed a notepad on which was written 'Ways I Can Torture Son Gohan Today', and wrote the idea about Cell on there. "I am SUCH a genius!!"
Mr. Popo looked up from watering the flowers and sighed. The demi god didn't know what he was getting himself into. And he really liked Dende too.
The immortal pulled out his notepad that clearly read, 'Things To Do List' and wrote on it, 'Call Enma-sama and request new Kami after Son Gohan murders Dende.'
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Kioko: HA!! I got this chapter done in one day too!! Now what do you have to say, Trunks-kun, huh?
Mirai Trunks: Your just lucky.
Kioko: Luck doesn't have anything to do with it!! I'm a fantastic writer!!
Mirai Trunks: Whatever...
Next Chapter: It's time for History 101 with Kuririn!! Will the monk tease Gohan until the demi saiya-jin snaps? Will Dende learn his lesson for messing with Gohan's life? Find out next time!!
Mirai Trunks: I'm still mad at you, but you're not on my hit list any more. Chibi Trunks and Goten took your spot.
Kioko: I knew those chibi's were good for something...
Goten and Chibi Trunks: WE'RE NOT CHIBIS!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z. If I did, you would probably be seeing this fan fic on television.
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Chapter 1: Home Ec.
When the troop of Orange Star High students entered the Home Ec. room, they found their substitute writing busily away on the board. They quietly took their seats, not to disturb her. Gohan and friends took a place in the back of the room. As usual.
"Hey!! Look at this!!" Erasa whispered, pointing to a piece of paper on the table. "It says who our subs are!!"
"Oh goody..." Videl sighed, picking up the paper and reading it. "...Oh no..."
"What's the problem, Videl?" Sharpner asked, taking the paper from her. He read it for a minute before exclaiming, "This is awesome!!"
Now, it was Gohan's turn to read the list. He took it from Sharpener and at the first name he read, his face drained of all color and his body went numb. This wasn't happening. There was NO WAY that Mr. Principle was stupid enough to have THEM be substitutes.
"Looks like Gohan has some relatives that'll be teaching us today!!" Erasa squealed. "They are related to you, right?"
"...Yes..." he sighed. His bright, beautiful day had just turned into a dark, stormy nightmare, for the substitute teacher list read...
Algebra: Number 18
Detention Management: Vegeta Ouji
English/Language Arts: Mr. Shuu(AN: Dun, dun, dun!!)
Home Economics: Son Chi-Chi
History: Kuririn
Lunch Duty: Tenshinhan and Lunch.
Music/Band: Yamcha
Science: Bulma Briefs
Study Hall Management: Piccolo Damiou
Physical Education: Son Goku, Vegeta Ouji, and Mr. Satan
The P.E. line-up was not good. Not good at all. Gohan wouldn't be the least surprised if Mr. Satan ended up being burnt to a crisp and the whole school demolished. This was going to be the longest day of his life.
"All right, class!!" their substitute barked and everyone quieted down. Gohan peeked at his mother over a cookbook. She was wearing a blue business suit and a spatula was in hand.
'Thank Dende she didn't bring the frying pan...' the demi saiya-jin thought, sighing in relief.
"I am your substitute for today, Son Chi-Chi!! But you may refer to me as Mrs. Son." Chi-Chi explained. She then pointed to a corner where Gohan noticed, for the first time, a little boy sat. "This is my son, Son Goten. He will be joining us today since I couldn't hire a babysitter on such short notice and both his father and brother were gone. Now, we will begin our lesson."
Gohan gulped and began to lower his ki. With Goten here, there was bound to be chaos fifteen minutes into class.
"We will be cooking something easy today, such as egg rolls or pizza. But before we begin on that, I want to know how many of you girls want to be married when you get out of collage." Chi-Chi went on and a show of hands went up. She smiled at this and continued, "Good!! There's hope this generation yet!! Anyways, cooking is a key skill in marriage, especially if you have a husband who eats by the truckload. If your cooking is bad, they'll probably spend less time around the house and end up being with another woman. But that's not the case all the time. You could order take out or go out to eat a lot too I suppose, but that's not what this class is for!!" She pounded her spatula against the table. "Now let's start with easy cooking utensils. You all see my spatula correct? This may look like a simple cooking tool to you, but to me it's a household reinforcement. When you hit someone with this, it teaches them never to annoy you again, while giving them a slight stinging sensation."
Gohan glanced at Sharpener who gave a horrified look. The blonde pointed to Erasa and Videl. Both girls were hanging on Chi-Chi's every word and taking notes every few seconds. Gohan looked around the room and noticed the same trend in all the girls. His mother was dooming the next male generation.
"...And this," Chi-Chi exclaimed as she pulled IT out. "Is the best household reinforcement of them all."
Videl raised her hand and asked, "Um...Mrs. Son? Isn't that a little too much? I mean, you could put someone in a coma with that thing if you swung hard enough."
"Oh, I never thought of that," Chi-Chi replied truthfully. "Maybe you girls should just stick with spatula's then."
"Do you actually ever USE that thing?" a brunette asked from upfront.
"Of course!!" Chi-Chi took out another IT, but this one had a very large dent in it. "See? This is from my husband's hard head. This one," She pointed to her first pan. "Is what I use when Gohan and Goten act up, which is usually once or twice a day."
"You hit your CHILDREN with it?!" a bald boy asked.
"It doesn't hurt them. It just leaves them sore for a few minutes, that's all." Chi-Chi explained, as she causally walked over to one of them tables and then beamed a crouching Son Goten with the frying pan. "Don't you even TRY and snitch anything, Son Goten!!"
"Owie!!" Goten cried, rubbing the sore spot on his head.
"See? No harm done." Chi-Chi replied and the students 'oohed' and 'awed'. "Now, let's get onto to baking that pizza, shall we?"
Twenty-five minutes later...
Gohan sighed and plopped down onto his chair and Videl followed his suit. They had been partners and despite his genes, Son Gohan soon learned that he wasn't a very good cook. Videl had gotten tried of his mistakes and shoved him out of the way, all while muttering about 'women power'.
Their pizza was now in the oven and they were covered in flour.
"I told you to not to dump the whole bag in!!" Videl growled, as she wiped her face off.
"It slipped!!" Gohan replied.
"Sure it did..." she sighed, glaring at him.
As Chi-Chi was making her rounds, Goten in tow, she stopped at their cooking unit and looked around.
"My, we created a mess, didn't we?" she tsked, looking at the flour covered counters and floor.
"It was his fault." Videl muttered. "He's the one who decided the pizza needed a bag of flour in the pizza."
"I told you, Videl, it was an accident!!" Gohan argued.
Recognizing his brother's voice, Goten decided to enter the fray as well, "Mom says that me and Gohan could start cereal on fire if we tried hard enough."
"That's why I never let you two in the kitchen," she replied. She glanced at Videl and grinned in excitement. "So Videl's your name?" She glanced evilly at her son. "Is she your girlfriend, Gohan?! Am I expecting grandchildren any time soon?!"
"Videl's gonna be my new sister?!" Goten added, excitedly.
"MOM!! GOTEN!!!" Gohan yelled. Why did his mother have to bring up the subject of girlfriends and grandchildren NOW?!
"MRS. SON IS YOUR MOM?!" the whole class asked in one booming voice.
"...Yes..." Gohan said weakly.
Before anyone else could ask some more questions about Gohan and his family, the bell rang. Gohan picked up his bag and tore out of the classroom yelling, "Bye Mom!! Bye Goten!! See you at lunch!!"
Chi-Chi clucked at the sight of her older son and then barked at the class, "Leave your pizza's alone!! I'll watch them for you!! You may precede to your next class!!"
"Um...Mrs. Son? What are you going to do with ten pizzas?" Erasa asked, as some of the students filed out of the room.
"Feed them to Goten." she replied simply and the young boy cheered.
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Gohan sighed and looked at his schedule. His next class was History...with Kuririn as the teacher!! He knew that the once-bald monk was going to tease him to no end in this class.
As the demi saiya-jin reached his locker, he decided that he was going to visit a certain green god after school today and 'thank' him for giving the Z senshi the wonderful idea to apply for substitute teachers at his school.
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On Kami's Lookout, Dende sweatdropped nervously. It was true that he had put the Z senshi profiles in the substitutes folder and caused the teacher strike, but that was no excuse for Gohan to go around and threaten god!!
"It's not like they're gonna figure out who actually beat Cell, Gohan- kun..." he muttered. He smirked evilly, grabbed a notepad on which was written 'Ways I Can Torture Son Gohan Today', and wrote the idea about Cell on there. "I am SUCH a genius!!"
Mr. Popo looked up from watering the flowers and sighed. The demi god didn't know what he was getting himself into. And he really liked Dende too.
The immortal pulled out his notepad that clearly read, 'Things To Do List' and wrote on it, 'Call Enma-sama and request new Kami after Son Gohan murders Dende.'
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Kioko: HA!! I got this chapter done in one day too!! Now what do you have to say, Trunks-kun, huh?
Mirai Trunks: Your just lucky.
Kioko: Luck doesn't have anything to do with it!! I'm a fantastic writer!!
Mirai Trunks: Whatever...
Next Chapter: It's time for History 101 with Kuririn!! Will the monk tease Gohan until the demi saiya-jin snaps? Will Dende learn his lesson for messing with Gohan's life? Find out next time!!